[Astarion leans into the touch, turning to kiss Gale's palm, then his pulse. He catches Gale by his hips, pushing him down onto the bed in the corner before crawling over him with clear intent. His hands move slowly up Gale's stomach and chest before coming to rest on his shoulders.
All his earlier apprehensions have been replaced with eager anticipation. The blood he's lost and the new, appealing aroma coming off of Gale have pushed any worries he could have far to the back of his mind. All he wants now is to feed, to feel the heat of Gale's blood across his tongue, filling his mouth.
He leans in to catch Gale's lips in a quick, heated kiss before he lowers his lips to his neck, laving his tongue across the skin once before he sinks his teeth in. The first burst has a familiar flavor, that rich, heady flavor of the Weave in Gale's blood. But beyond that, it has the same earthen notes. The sharp bite of cinnamon coats his mouth in a way he's never felt before.
He nearly groans at the indulgence of it, lapping his tongue across the bites to hold himself back only long enough to make sure the astringent aftertaste won't rear its ugly head. It's only a few beats before his hunger overrides that better sense and he latches his lips back over the wounds, drinking greedily.]
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[Astarion leans into the touch, turning to kiss Gale's palm, then his pulse. He catches Gale by his hips, pushing him down onto the bed in the corner before crawling over him with clear intent. His hands move slowly up Gale's stomach and chest before coming to rest on his shoulders.
All his earlier apprehensions have been replaced with eager anticipation. The blood he's lost and the new, appealing aroma coming off of Gale have pushed any worries he could have far to the back of his mind. All he wants now is to feed, to feel the heat of Gale's blood across his tongue, filling his mouth.
He leans in to catch Gale's lips in a quick, heated kiss before he lowers his lips to his neck, laving his tongue across the skin once before he sinks his teeth in. The first burst has a familiar flavor, that rich, heady flavor of the Weave in Gale's blood. But beyond that, it has the same earthen notes. The sharp bite of cinnamon coats his mouth in a way he's never felt before.
He nearly groans at the indulgence of it, lapping his tongue across the bites to hold himself back only long enough to make sure the astringent aftertaste won't rear its ugly head. It's only a few beats before his hunger overrides that better sense and he latches his lips back over the wounds, drinking greedily.]